Chapter 62
I PICKED UP the phone, yelled into it, “Not yet!” then I chucked it back onto the nightstand.
I’d been dreaming, actually peering into the downed CH-46, looking into the cargo bay. I could almost see my subconscious, and I’d made a decision about what to do next.
Now the dream was gone.
What was the question?
What had I decided?
The phone rang again. My annoying death threat caller had never called back once I’d answered and hung up.
This time, I looked at the faceplate. It was Sci.
He said, “I’ve got a lead on Schoolgirl.”